TITLE: Unnatural Selection
GENRE: Science Fiction
Monday, August 10, ninety-eight days until deadline
North Central Pennsylvania
I’d originally intended to go home, but any self-respecting tracker would have checked there first. Plus, I was technically dead, and it wasn’t Army policy to hold base housing on the off chance a dead man’s clone would want to resume residence. By now, my stuff was in a landfill, and the house was under new management. I had other places to turn—drop boxes and the like with new identifications and cash—but gaining access to them when I looked (and felt) like a horny teenager in need of ProActiv wasn’t going to happen.
The trip to Plunketts Creek Township involved a lot of two-lane roads and sudden speed limit changes. I couldn’t afford a high-speed chase, so I kept it just under the limit. When I was within ten miles, I dumped the stolen Altima in the woods and hiked the rest of the way.
I’d escaped from one cabin to go find another. This one was half a mile off the grid in the middle of nowhere. The interlinked logs gave it a rustic exterior, and the smoke wafting from the chimney told me someone was home. Unexpected, but I’d deal. I bided my time, to an extent. They’d find me; of this I was supremely confident. Like it or not, I needed help, or a place to crash away from prying eyes while I regrouped.
No, this was my chance. My only chance, at least for now.